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(loud explosion) (guard yells)

(grunts)

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And you can feel free to call us at lunchtime, if you want to.

Uh, for what?

Oh, um...

just to let us know how it's going.

But you don't have to, it's up to you.

And you have our numbers memorized in case, yeah?

Uh, yes. They're in my phone.

No, but you should memorize them,

in case your phone gets lost or stolen or dies.

Right, a-and if you're experiencing

any bullying just call us immediately.

You think I'm going to get bullied?

No, no, no. No. No. Not at all. No.

It just-- it was like a theoretical.

Just in case. Yeah, of course, but you should

always remember your self-defense training.

And your active shooter drills. Yeah,

but more importantly, have fun.

That's the most important thing, just have fun.

Okay.

Okay. Also, uh, one of us will pick you up today.

But if not, we'll text you,

and maybe Naomi's mom can drop you off at home.

In which case, you have your house key, yeah?

Uh, yes. Great.

And you know the alarm code?

Yes. Let's hear it.

Real quick, before you go.

7-7-4-8. Perfect.

Yes. Ooh. What about the panic code?

7-7-0-0.

Bingo. All right. Anything else we're forgetting?

High five. It's gonna be great. (school bell rings)

You're gonna be great. Uh...

I have to go so I'm not late.

DEEKS: Okay. Okay. Bye.

Have fun. Make friends. Bye.

None of those-- none of the mean girls, though.

We're proud of you.

You know what I'm thinking?

BOTH: Homeschool.

I'm not built for this.

(Kensi groaning)

What are you doing?

(stammers)

Lawn bowling.

I mean, what the hell it look like I'm doing?

We have to be there in 15 minutes.

We have an appointment.

I'm not going to an adult day care.

It's not a day care.

It's an activity center.

They have a gym, a pool, a library.

Well, then take me to a gym, or pool, or a library.

There, they have it all in one.

What, they're gonna change my diaper, too?

If you need to wear one, yeah.

Yeah, I'd bite a bullet before I let that happen.

Dad, they have classes, guest speakers.

Oh, whoopee, I can read about ants

and brush up on pole dancing.

Just give it a try.

Please.

(quietly): Okay. Okay.

Do they have billiards?

Yeah, they got a whole game room.

They even have a poker tournament.

Poker, huh?

Ah, what's the buy-in?

I don't know. I think it's just for fun.

Oh, the only fun is when you're winning real money.

Mrs. Williams will be there to pick you up

later this afternoon.

Oh, so it's a suicide mission?

I'd be safer walking.

You ever see that woman driving?

I mean, she's legally blind.

She's not legally blind.

I mean, it's like riding with Mr. Magoo.

I need a helmet to ride with that woman.

Look, Dad, all I'm asking is that you keep an open mind.

All right? You may make some new friends.

Only new things that happen in a place like that

is hips and pacemakers.

Soon as you get to know somebody, they die.

The only thing I like about dating a woman my age...

Mm-hmm.

...is you don't have to feel guilty

about not calling her back.

Why is that?

Because most of them can't remember.

(chuckles)

That's not funny.

Ah, no, no, no, that's funny.

No, n-not really.

That's "ooh-wee" funny.

Get dressed, please.

Damn funny.

Not funny.

Actually disrespectful.

Come on. Come on, Dad. We got to go.

(slow clicking on keyboard)

Hey, what you working on?

Nothing.

You need help? With what?

I'm really good at planning things.

Look, I know that some guys

can find this sort of thing out of their wheelhouse.

You were looking at possible wedding venues, right?

Maybe.

Well, what is Anna thinking?

Uh, she's thinking

somewhere between the two of us just going to city hall

and fulfilling Arkady's desire

of recreating Doctor Zhivago

with everyone on horses and real snow.

(chuckles): Okay. Love.

Well, do you have a theme?

A theme? Yeah.

Like traditional or whimsical,

uh, cosplay,

new age, fairy tale?

Fairy tale? Mm-hmm.

People come up with some pretty wild things these days.

I mean, just think about it.

Sam as a troll.

Deeks as a pixie.

Kilbride as a wizard.

(gasps) Yeah.

Yeah, you know what?

I'm gonna run it buy them, see what they think.

Ha! Yeah, please don't. No, no, no.

Honestly, I don't--

It doesn't hurt to ask, right?

(chuckles): I know you're kidding,

but seriously, please don't.

SHYLA: Agent Callen.

Admiral needs you in his office, ASAP.

And good morning, Fatima.

Morning.

(sighs): Okay.

What's so urgent?

I wasn't told, but I believe it has something to do

with a communiqué from Syria.

KILBRIDE: Enter.

You wanted to see me, Admiral?

Hold my calls,

have the Commander patched through here.

Sir.

Commander Neal, thank you for your patience.

I'm here now with Special Agent Grisha Callen.

Can you tell him, please, what your squad found?

Yes, sir.

We were doing some joint recon work

alongside the Syrian Democratic Forces

when we came across an abandoned school

that we had been using as a shared safe house.

It showed signs of an ambush and human remains

of several individuals were found inside.

They were burned beyond recognition,

but one of the bodies had documents identifying them

as an American female named Trudy Chambers.

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The Trudy we know is a small woman.

Do the remains that you recovered reflect that?

I'm afraid so, sir.

We're still waiting on dental and DNA confirmation

for a positive ID.

Thank you, Commander.

Please reach out the moment you do.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, you obviously know that Trudy Chambers

is one of Hetty's aliases.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

What have we got?

Explosion and subsequent fire

at Havlock/Haines Aerospace last night.

They design and build

remote piloted vehicles for the Navy.

A janitor was killed,

a security guard severely injured.

ATF Bomb Squad said that it was a nitroamine high explosive.

Hmm. Octogen.

Suspects?

Not yet.

Luis Estevez was the janitor.

Morgan Reynolds was the guard.

But neither fits the profile.

It seems more like they were

at the wrong place at the wrong time,

or the right place at the wrong time,

or the wrong place at the right time.

Whichever it is.

Well, we still need to check them both out.

I'll take the crime scene with Callen.

Put Kensi and Deeks on the janitor,

and Rountree can work the security guard.

Problem?

Sure you don't want to run this by a more senior agent?

No.

You see a more senior agent in here?

I like it. Go get 'em, girl.

Okay. (chuckles)

Are her remains being flown back?

They will be, if they're positively identified.

I'd like to accompany them.

Understood.

You know, she was with another American.

Harris Keane.

Any sign of him? No.

But we'll know better once the forensics team is finished.

If she was ambushed in a safe house,

someone sold her out.

Even if that's not her,

she's in danger.

She was in danger the minute she went back,

and there's no such thing as a safe house

in Syria these days.

But, then again, this is Hetty we're talking about.

She's got more lives than a barn cat,

and Lord knows she's just as mean.

KENSI: Thank you for talking with us today, Miss Estevez.

DEEKS: We're so sorry about the loss of your father.

Uh, did he ever talk to you about work?

I know he liked it there.

They paid him well,

and the night job allowed him to work days on other projects.

What other projects?

He was a skilled carpenter and mason and worked construction.

Geez, when did he sleep?

Sundays.

(chuckles) He would come over to dinner

and pass out during football.

We'd just let him sleep.

We'd turn up the volume on the TV

so we could hear it over his snoring.

(chuckles) Why the two jobs?

In the beginning, it was to make ends meet.

He came over illegally as a child.

Later on, I think he just liked to stay busy,

especially after my mother died.

Did he ever work with explosives?

No.

Although he did love his fireworks.

Didn't matter if it was New Year's, Fourth of July,

Cinco de Mayo, any excuse to put on a display

for his family and neighbors.

I can't tell you how many times the police

and fire department showed up.

Your dad have any difficulties, any problems?

Like what?

Like financial issues, gambling, drugs?

No, he was a gentle and caring man.

Any enemies?

No. Everyone liked him.

He would do anything to help his friends,

family, neighbors, even strangers.

And he lived alone?

Since my mother passed, yes.

When did your mother pass?

It's been two years now.

She died of COVID.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I thought this was an accident at the factory.

Did something else happen?

That's exactly what we're trying to figure out.

Do you think it would be okay

for us to take a look at your father's house?

I guess so.

Thank you.

Really?

Yeah. My old show went into syndication.

Well, that's not exactly subtle.

Well, this is L.A., baby. You know, subtle stands out.

Is everything okay?

A recon unit in Syria found the remains of a human body

at an ambush site.

It was carrying one of Hetty's alias IDs.

They haven't confirmed whether or not it was her,

but the...

the size of the body matches.

(sighs) My God.

I am so sorry.

Is there anything that we can do?

Not now. Let's-let's just go.

Okay. Yeah.

ROUNTREE: The security guard's a bust.

He's lawyered up, and he's refusing to talk to us.

And the doctor said

he's in no condition to be questioned.

And yet he was in good enough condition to hire a lawyer.

Yeah, well,

life can be funny that way.

Well, inform his lawyer and the medical staff that as soon

as he can eat his Jell-O, he better start talking.

All right. Copy that.

I can try to get a warrant to search his residence,

not sure we'll get it, but it's worth a try.

Do it, and also get a list of his coworkers.

Maybe they can shed some light on this individual.

We're still assessing the damage.

Plus rebuild time and lost revenue and contracts

in the interim.

CALLEN: Any ideas who did this?

TAVERES: Anarchists, right-wing extremists,

anti-war activists?

FATIMA: Any industry rivals or, uh, disgruntled employees?

"E," all of the above.

Not everyone likes what we do,

especially after we took on military contracts.

CALLEN: Did you lose any employees after that?

A few chose to leave

over their conscientious objections to manufacturing

weapons of war.

Can we get their contact info? Of course.

Although I don't think any of them were capable of this.

Have you had any trouble in the past?

Nothing as overt,

but we've been subjected to a relentless onslaught

of cyberattacks.

(phone buzzing) You know who's behind those?

Not yet.

It's Ops. Excuse me.

Hey, what do you have?

SHYLA: We just received

a preliminary coroner's report.

The janitor, Luis Estevez,

was already dead several hours before the explosion.

If the janitor was killed hours before the explosion,

it would suggest that they used him to get inside.

Makes sense.

Nobody but the cleaning crew or security

working at night.

It's easier access.

They grab him, use his ID.

Hell, they probably brought

the body in with the bomb,

maybe in the cleaning cart.

That's what I'd do.

That's a little scary.

But it is a good way to dispose of the body.

Probably hoped it would look

like he was killed in the explosion.

Well, let's see what turns up at the residence.

KENSI: No, I mean,

unless this is a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation,

honestly, I don't see it.

I mean, this guy's like Mister Rogers, just more neat.

Ask the daughter if she has power of attorney.

If so, we may be able to access his phone and financial records.

I don't want to miss anything.

KENSI: Will do. Yeah. Did he have any home security?

(scoffs) This guy wouldn't even lock his doors.

Well, whoever grabbed him must have had surveillance on him.

Maybe we can spot them.

Yeah, we can ask the neighbors if they have any

home security cams. Yeah, and see if the daughter

can help you work up what his daily routine was.

Well, phone records will help

and hopefully his vehicle has GPS.

Well, he left his Jeep at the plant, but they're having it

trailered over to the carport for a full workup.

Okay. Got it.

We'll let you know if we find anything here.

CALLEN: Sounds good. Bye.

(sighs) Hey. They find anything?

They're working up his vehicle.

I didn't think about his truck.

Um, they will release it to you

once they have a chance to search for clues.

He really loved that truck.

It was the first new vehicle he ever bought.

Um, do you have power of attorney?

Yes.

(voice breaking): My father did that

after my mother passed away,

just in case.

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Would you allow us to look through

his financial and phone records?

It might help us find

who's responsible for all of this.

(crying): Okay.

Also, maybe can you help us figure out his daily routine?

Can you do that?

I can try.

Okay.

(both sigh)

Why does life have to hurt so much sometimes?

Well, maybe 'cause it's so special

that we experience the most pain when it's gone.

Although I do hear that kidney stones are right up there.

(clears throat) Really?

What, you're gonna tell me that childbirth is

more painful than kidney stones?

You're an idiot.

I'm joking. Why?

Because if I don't joke,

this job is too sad for me to keep doing it.

I know.

I still think you're an idiot, though.

Even though you're a lovable idiot.

I'll take it.

(dog barking in distance)

You know, all this is making me feel

like I want to call Rosa and check in on her.

Okay, pull up on that stick there, helicopter mom,

because she's fine.

You just need to give her some space and time

to find herself and-and to grow. Put the phone down.

Yeah, I know, but how many parents

dropped their kids off at school

only to never see them again

because of another school shooting.

Okay, y-you can't, you can't think like that.

How can you not think like that?

I mean, all right, you can consider the possibility,

you can do the drills, but at some point,

you just have to give in and believe in a greater good.

I just feel like that's getting harder and harder to do.

Yeah, well, that's why they call it faith.

(scoffs)

I mean, George Michael even wrote a song about it.

Oh... Please don't.

Boy George? Nope.

George Harrison?

(stifled laugh) Curious George?

(sighs) I mean, he's a monkey, but he could write a song.

What do you got, Dahr?

Besides one dead janitor,

an injured guard, a demolished RPV factory,

and no suspects,

I'd say a whole lot of nothing.

And what, pray tell, are we doing to rectify that?

Kensi and Deeks are canvassing

the janitor's neighborhood, hoping to find

a witness or something on home security cameras.

Callen and Fatima are

going through his vehicle.

Rountree is interviewing employees

who quit the company over military contracts.

And I'm still working

with cyber to try and identify

sources of their recent attacks. Hmm.

Well, They're willing to kill innocent people

to accomplish their objectives,

and they're using HMX,

so they're not just some...

run-of-the-mill militia idiots.

No, this, uh...

this feels professional.

Corporate sabotage from an industry rival?

Mm. Military contracts are worth billions of dollars.

Well, that would be a touch better than the alternative.

Which is what, sir?

State sponsored terrorism.

Keep pushing cyber.

I want to know where those initial attacks originated.

Yes, sir.

CALLEN: Admiral?

Any news from Syria?

I'd have informed you if there were, Agent Callen.

What have you got for me?

Nothing yet.

The people who did this are still out there,

probably with more targets in mind.

I need you focused on the task at hand,

not an unknown situation half the globe away.

Am I understood?

Yes, sir. Good.

Now go catch these bastards before they strike again.

Here you go.

Whoever took him wiped this thing clean.

I can still smell the bleach.

Any news on Hetty?

No.

(phone buzzing)

All good?

Yeah, it's just my sister calling.

I'm sure she just wants to know

if I want to do something with Jake. Aw.

How fun. Wish I had a niece or nephew.

Yeah, well, at least while they're young.

Turns out the world's coolest uncle

is not as interesting these days as an adolescent girl.

Ah...

I see.

Just out of curiosity,

did you give yourself the designation

of world's coolest uncle?

Who's cooler than me?

(laughs)

You don't think I'm cool?

What? No. Yeah.

Yeah, you're cool. You're, like, supercool.

Okay, let's... let's not oversell it.

ROUNTREE: Hey, Shyla.

Janice Ng will be here in ten.

I just sent you over her background info.

She quit Havlock/Haines over her opposition

to their military contracts.

Oh, no.

That doesn't necessarily mean anything.

No, but this does.

Cyber finally identified

the source of the computer attacks on Havlock/Haines.

Foreign or domestic?

Foreign.

Beirut.

SHYLA: Lebanon is an ally.

FATIMA: Yeah, but Hezbollah is not.

They're not only a militant group in that country,

they're a successful political party.

Well, we've known they have operatives in this country

ever since the arrest of Ali Kourani and Samir el-Debek

a couple years ago.

Weren't most of those operations

to raise money and secure weapons?

Yeah, but things change.

Especially as our relationship with Iran worsens.

Iran is like Hezbollah's sugar daddy.

You find anything in Estevez's truck?

Nah, it was wiped clean, and the GPS history was deleted.

Oof, that's sophisticated, even for Hezbollah.

Why don't you reach out to the ODNI,

see if you can get the most recent list

of Hezbollah members in this country,

especially anyone on the west coast.

Got it.

I joined Havlock/Haines as an aeronautical engineer

because I wanted to be part of the first mission to Mars,

not create weapons of mass destruction.

RPVs aren't weapons of mass destruction.

They are if they're armed with nuclear weapons.

Which they aren't.

Don't be so naive.

You don't think they've considered

and tested them for small yield delivery weapons?

Who am I talking to?

It's your job to cover up their crimes against humanity.

Oh, I love that game.

Listen, it's not our job to cover up anything.

In fact, it's our job

to find the truth,

which is why we're trying to ascertain

who set the bomb in your former employer's facility.

Ah, and because I quit for not wanting to be a warmonger,

I'm a suspect.

So...

is this where you beat a confession out of me?

(sighs) This place makes more sense now.

I'm not gonna be the one to beat a confession out of you.

That's actually what, uh, she's here for.

What? No, no, n-no.

He's joking. He's just kidding.

Deeks, tell her you're kidding.

I'm not kidding! Oh, my gosh, he's kidding.

Hmm? Sorry, he's totally kidding.

(chuckles)

Special Agent Kensi Blye, this is Janice Ng.

She used to work

at Havlock/Haines but recently quit

when they started handling military contracts.

Huh. I can respect that. (scoffs) Yeah.

Right. She seems to believe

that we're covering something up.

Okay. What exactly are we meant to be covering up?

I want a lawyer. Janice, you don't need a lawyer.

Oh, so you can railroad me?

(Rountree chuckles)

You know what? You're free to go.

Please.

Go.

You're still gonna hear from my lawyer.

All right, have a good afternoon,

(whispers): and don't let the door hit you on the ass

on the way out. (door closes)

(takes deep breath)

It's one of those days, isn't it?

You have no idea. I have nothing.

What about you?

What's the latest with the Beirut cyberattacks?

They're thinking it's Hezbollah.

We were been gathering security cam footage of the homes

around Luis Estevez's house,

and of course we would've taken it to OPS ourselves,

but somebody needed a potty break!

Sorry that I have a natural

and justifiable-- ah-- aversion...

Oh. What? ...to public restrooms.

Sorry, out of towels.

KENSI: Okay. I think it got in my mouth.

Yeah, he's a sensitive flower.

(beeps) Hey, Shyla.

What's with the Hezbollah message?

Cyberattacks on Havlock/Haines originated in Beirut.

Current theory is Hezbollah.

You have anything? Uh, not sure yet.

I'm sending you home security footage

from the deceased janitor's neighborhood.

Copy that.

We'll compare it to other footage we have

of Estevez going about his day,

see if we can find a common element.

There's a lot of stuff on there. Deeks and I are heading back,

so we'll help you sift through it.

Sounds good.

All right. (scoffs)

CALLEN: The coroner's report

has Estevez's death around 4:00 p.m.

Hey, check this out.

What am I looking at?

See in the corner.

Bunny's Laundry and Dry Cleaning van. Mm-hmm.

It's there at 11:00.

Still there two hours later.

So, they could be taking a long lunch or the day off.

Or having a stakeout.

Bunny Vale laundry is a chain throughout the Southland.

And when we started looking for this specific van,

it showed up in multiple locations

at the same time as Estevez.

And the owner is...?

Currently it's one Darius

aka "Bunny" Vale and his wife, Sara.

Lebanese-American. Persian-American.

First generation born in the US.

Any links to Hezbollah? None that I could find.

Could be using his business as a front.

Are you suggesting they're "laundering" money?

(laughter) Sorry.

Couldn't resist.

I think we need to have a talk with Bunny Vale.

That's one of your vans?

Yes, I have over a dozen.

Hmm. Well, we believe that this one was used

in the commission of a crime.

I was afraid of that.

That's the one that was stolen.

Your van was stolen?

Yes, just the other night. Hmm.

You didn't file a police report.

Oh, I didn't know it was stolen.

And then when I did,

one of my employees found it before I could.

There was no damage, so I figured

it was just some teenagers on a joyride.

They did empty the gas tank.

Hmm. Where did your employee find the van?

Just down the street from one of my locations.

Mm-hmm. What was this employee's name?

Emelio. Good kid.

Been with me for years.

Hmm.

Anything else?

(speaking Farsi)

That is what remains of Luis Estevez,

a father, grandfather,

Who was probably murdered in your van.

So, once forensics is done going through it

with a fine-tooth comb, any evidence they find

will link you

to his murder.

Not to mention a terrorist bombing

on American soil.

How long have you, uh, supported Hezbollah?

What? No. Nothing. Never.

Nothing never?

Sounds like a Taylor Swift song.

You try and play us, Bunny, you're gonna be in Guantanamo Bay

with your extremist brothers before dinner.

I had nothing to do with this.

Then who did?

Last chance, Bunny.

I can't help you.

They'll hurt my family.

We can protect your family.

Not in Tehran.

We have agents all over the world.

But not in Iran.

You're not in Iran, Bunny.

You're in the United States of America,

and whoever is behind this is a threat

to you and your family.

Tell us who they are,

so we can stop them from hurting anyone else.

I don't know. Two men.

They demanded a van, they said

if I didn't cooperate

my relatives back in Iran would pay the price.

I was told to ask no questions and tell no one.

I just gave them the van to use.

And then they returned it.

Where were they staying?

I don't know. I only gave them the van.

Did they approach anyone else?

Bunny.

My friend Ava.

They threatened her, too.

What did they want from her?

A place to work.

She's in commercial real estate.

Call in Sam, we're gonna need the full team on this.

Yeah.

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Nice of you to finally join us.

Trust me, I'd rather be chasing bad guys

than trying to convince my father to behave himself.

How's he doing?

He's doing everything he can to drive me crazy.

KILBRIDE (over comm): If you all are finished chitchatting,

maybe we could get this operation started.

SHYLA (over comm): The building is owned by Ava Safari.

It's only about 26% occupancy

since COVID wiped out most of her tenants.

The office that she gave them

is on a floor that's otherwise vacant.

Good. Last thing we need are collateral casualties.

KILBRIDE: Consider these people armed.

We know they're dangerous,

and they have access to high explosives,

so watch out for booby traps.

(elevator bell dings over comm)

I'm sor-- What, bo-booby trap?

Wait, nobody said anything about a booby trap.

I'm not the bomb disposal guy.

Maybe Sam should be coming in here first.

SAM (over comm): They're not expecting company, Deeks, you'll be fine.

Probably.

(scoffs) "Probably."

Whoa. What are you doing in here?

Oh, hey. I didn't know this place was rented again. Cool.

I'm L.A. Fire, here for the monthly inspection.

You can't do that now. Come back tomorrow.

Oh, cannot do that.

Starting the triple seven tower tomorrow.

(chuckles): Nakatomi Plaza. You're heard of it.

But this will only take a second. Is anybody else here?

Because they may want to step out into the hall.

It's about to get loud when I turn on the alarm.

I said no. You need to leave right now.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I can't hear anything with these on.

But, seriously, your ears are gonna start ringing

like you were at front row of a Motörhead concert.

KENSI (over comm): Weapon! (gunshot)

Tango down.

What?

Oh! Oh.

Wow.

Bad guy down.

We're good.

Clear.

DEEKS: Uh, we're clear in here.

Nice shot, honey.

Baby, that was way too close.

That guy almost shot you

in the back of the head.

If I had a nickel for every time

I was almost shot in the back of the head,

I could take us all to Cabo.

Actually, you know what?

I was shot in the back of the head.

Darrel Dinkins. I still got

the BB right under my scalp right there.

You sure it didn't make its way into your brain?

(chuckles softly)

(chuckles)

God, I missed you today.

I bet you did. (chuckles)

(device whirrs, beeps)

All right, sending you photos and fingerprints now.

SHYLA: Got it.

Uh, he's got a cell phone on him.

I'm assuming it's a burner.

I'll send you the number and the call history.

See if you can find anything.

KILBRIDE: Have any ID on him?

I got a Canadian passport here

identifies him as one Cyrus Karimian.

Born in Fort Erie, Ontario.

Doubt it's real.

Unfortunately, I got four more passports here

for different men, so either this guy's selling these

or we may have a whole cell here.

KILBRIDE: Wonderful.

Did he have time to warn the others?

Highly doubtful.

KILBRIDE: Any signs of where the others might be?

DEEKS: I mean, I'd like to think they're visiting

The Wizarding World of Harry Potter,

but they probably have other plans.

They've been, uh, shredding documents.

This one looks like a topographical map.

Can you tell what it was?

I mean, maybe if I was The Amazing Kreskin.

Who's The Amazing Kreskin?

Uh, that was before Google.

Uh, I may have something here.

I sent you a photo. You recognize this?

Yeah. That's not good.

Wait, "not good" like, "aw, that sucks,"

or "not good" like "the phone call is coming

from inside the house"?

SHYLA: Uh, it's the symbol of the Islamic Revolutionary

Guard Corps' staff college.

These guys aren't Hezbollah, they're Quds Force.

Iranian special operatives.

Normally, they only train proxies

to fight in other conflicts.

KILBRIDE: Son of a bitch.

I knew this smelled state sponsored.

I will bet you my grandchildren that the RPV

that took out Soleimani was manufactured

by Havlock/Haines.

You don't have grandchildren, sir.

Right. Searching.

DEEKS: Who's Keyser Söze?

He was an Iranian military leader that killed

by an RPV a couple years ago.

KILBRIDE: He was a beloved hero

in his country

and this, Team America, is payback.

(chuckles): Team America. That's hilarious.

You think this is funny, Rountree?

Uh... No, sir. Absolutely not.

Any luck locating the other numbers from the cell?

SHYLA: Uh, looks like...

they are traveling together

or going in the same direction on the PCH.

Last cell tower to carry them is just past Malibu.

So maybe they're surfers?

Point Mugu.

KILBRIDE: Naval Station Ventura County is the West Coast base

for the Triton RPV project.

Get the base commander on the phone,

and I want helicopters on the roof of that building

in two minutes. How am I supposed to...

I don't care.

Coast Guard, Sheriff's department, LAPD,

hell, every TV and radio station in the area

has got traffic copters up.

Commandeer every damn one of them if you have to.

Aye, aye, sir.

(sighs)

* *

(grunts)

(groans)

(panting)

(grunting)

* *

(grunts)

(explosion)

(panting)

(beeps)

Nobody's home.

(Deeks whistles)

Call this a kill box.

Drop your weapons, now.

SAM: Allahu Akbar

or behind bars, it's your call.

(indistinct chatter)

SOLDIER: Move back slowly.

SOLDIER: Behind your back.

Spread your legs.

Walk. Let's go.

* *

(phone buzzing) DEEKS: Hey, uh...

anybody got any ideas on how I get down?

I'm-a take this.

DEEKS: Roundtree, you want to catch me?

On three, ready?

Everything okay, Mrs. Williams?

What do you mean gone?

Who?

I have no idea who that is.

Can you give me a number or an address?

You don't need to do anything else.

I'll take it from here, all right?

Okay.

Trouble?

(sighs heavily) When the caretaker arrived,

my father had already left the senior activity center.

All right. You need to look for him?

I'd prefer not to.

He left with another member,

some woman named Victoria.

* *

Your father hooked up with someone on his first day?

(chuckles) Don't...

That is impressive. Don't start.

He could teach you a few things. Don't start.

Anybody want to grab a bite?

Rountree's buying. Ooh.

What? Seriously.

I'll pay for drinks.

Actually, I will buy dinner if Rosa can come.

Nah-ah-ah. It's a school night.

Nah-ah-ah. (stammers)

Terrible plan, because it is, it is a school night.

But if you guys want to get takeout or something

and eat at our place, that's fine.

Yeah, I'm down for that.

We can hang out with Rosa. Amazing.

How's you guys' calculus?

Better than my algebra.

DEEKS: Fantastic.

How's your algebra?

Eh... Eh...

We can work with that. We can work with that. Done. Hired.

That's totally fine. We got a new tutor.

(laughing) Rountree does math.

(laughter)

(knocking)

Enter.

Drink?

Am I gonna need it?

Well, the longer you stay in this business, definitely,

but not because of Hetty, not now anyway.

The, uh, remains that they found

were those of a female child, not Hetty.

(takes deep breath)

So, what is a dead girl doing with one of Hetty's IDs on her?

Well, if I had to guess, Hetty planted it on the body.

Without forensics, that would probably

convince whoever found the body that Hetty was dead.

Which would suggest that she's in trouble.

Like I said, she was in trouble the minute she went back.

I'd like permission to go look for her.

I'd like to have the knees I had when I was 30,

but it ain't happening.

Now, maybe if we had any actionable intel,

but until that time, she's on her own.

Okay, well, I have plenty of annual leave I can use.

Give your head a shake, Agent Callen.

We just had a foreign terrorist attack

right in your own backyard,

and you want to go halfway around the world

searching for your surrogate mommy?

Not a snowball's chance in hell.

* *

Enjoy your scotch.

(door closes)

I intend to.

(door lock clicks)

(door opens) (Raymond humming)

Where the hell have you been?

Well, I, uh,

I took your advice and made some new friends.

You should have called me.

I texted you.

No, you didn't.

You-you sure?

Huh, I thought I did.

Well, think again.

What's the big deal, son? I'm not a child.

Well, you're acting like one.

I mean, you hook up with a woman

on your first damn day.

Well, for your information,

her name is Victoria, and she's married.

Her husband, Cliff,

also a veteran, is bedridden

and can't get out.

I went home to visit him

and provide some much-needed company.

Sorry. I didn't realize.

You didn't even give me the benefit of the doubt.

I'm going to bed. I apologize, Dad.

I...

That's very kind of you.

I'm sure they both appreciate it.

Well, they did.

She more than him.

Oh, I'm just glad

that he was as deaf as a doornail,

if you know what I mean.

She wore me out.

You better be kidding me.

Dad, come on.

Good night, son.

Dad.

Dad. (laughing)

(scoffs)

* *

(chuckles)

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